Jim’s Teeth

Jim's teeth have vanished
Placed a pigeon on your naked chest
All qualms are managed
Spitting on you while he choked it to death
Tried to expel
You're left with just the shell

Turn your back on your demons
Even while leaving the mall
False teeth never meant to be true
And yet I gave it my all
And now there's no more nightmares
No more pissing the bed
It's just a presence that follows mе
Deprivation of rest
The onе you tried to expel
I'm left with just my shell